| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/3/2007 10:53:49 PM | You left me standing with no heart to unfold
it is clenched between your teeth
and your rabid appetite stays unquenched
while my life remains unlived. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/3/2007 11:28:22 PM | patchmaking
while my life remains
unlived dreams and regrets
shall be resolved, I can't forget
you left me standing with no heart
to unfold myself from the shock
leaning against the sliding glass door
for at least five minutes straight
I can’t believe what I just saw
Can’t believe post 124
Bashing the ‘write’ of another poet?
It’s not done here for a reason…
Last Line First Line is for fun.
Sure, writes are serious at times
But often though, our meters skip
And our rhymes are real border line
But that’s the fun of writing fast
And posting before someone else does.
So, if you don’t like the last line
Be clever and just make it work
Instead of making a scene. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/3/2007 11:34:09 PM | and carry it from there!
I'm not feeling you here.
you have wits, glits and it.
wow... you're a poetic brit.
being judgmental is fundamental;
but being mean as a poetry latrine is
not so coincedental. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/3/2007 11:52:42 PM | Instead of making a scene.
from the lines in between
I mean,
ya missed the beat
so take the heat
as i rewrite the script
I must admit
I'm guilty as well
of givin' im hell
for leaving a lame last line
but it's fine
and I was not too impressed
with ottawas best
in the next offering left there
so lets be more aware
of where we leave off
and try not to scoff
at the meagre leavings
or eager decievings
OK, I'm bored
and I'm sure you are floored
by the bite of that post
but if your as honest as most
you'll admit
that when you read it
you thought the same
some are pretty lame
but we can sometimes inspire
to really acquire
some semblance here on last line,
of inspirational poetic rhyme
something about stars and history
emerging out of the long dark mystery | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 12:10:24 AM | not so coincidental is I did the best i could
noone wrote beyond his last and likely never would
the line was crap, I told it straight and now we have moved on
if I had not written what I wrote this thread would now be gone
like simon cowell I say it plain - us brits we have that knack
Noone can dare accuse us of diplomacy or tact
my lines were penned in humor not meant to make you tense
and as it was not offered - choose not to take offence.
I thank you all for continuing these poetic lines we're sharing
and know my words are tongue in cheek not words of war or daring. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 2:14:34 AM | not words of war or daring
but words of impassioned caring
for what matters burns
my deepest concerns
set my heart aflame
and it helps to give these feelings name
words are never enough
not for emotions raw and rough
but this shallow linear expression
helps a little to lift depression
words pour onto the pages
for poetry uncages
spirits confined
by structure unkind
words written for the writer
makes the burden lighter
readers bystanders
passion never panders
to what you want to read
but dance to the writer's need | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 7:15:27 AM | [Brit .. you skipped the one you should have followed and followed the one that didn't properly follow ... and that is why this occurs]
emerging out of the long dark mystery but dance to the writer's need
diverging in the murky waters of history with chance of pocketing seeds
to grow a new pine that crosses some line in all the things we read so fine
feels like a wine with no cheese
then looks to walking on knees
trying to please a squeese
within my budget | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 9:08:54 AM | within my budget
it doesn't balance
so how to fudge it?
get a job
get some money coming in
as its only going out
the tides are turning
it is hard to be without
it is hard to be within
it is extremely hard
when at first you begin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 9:26:38 AM | when at first you begin,
budgeting seems to be
a left brain task. no fun at all.
so, here’s what I did. I prayed...
Within my budget of moments
I choose this one to explore
I revel as my heart opens
and smile as my spirit soars.
such depths there are within
like a wave I caress the shore.
I count all the greens in the forest
right now, before Autumn arrives
and bathe in the presence of love
before my day really begins. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 10:29:56 AM | (thorb -others do too. Not intentional just part and parcel of writing on a forum. You will find it happens when two people post close in time to each other especially when people are writing creative poetry that sometimes takes more than two minutes of hastily penned babble. I am sure you understand :) )
before my day really begins I find my balls being busted
so much nagging so much ignorance - well I'm done and dusted!
before you say your piece - think! it doesnt hurt to think
and only if you're sure should you fill your page with ink
in this world we find the same - people every day
screw the facts and whats around them just to have their say
truth is good and truth can cut but ignorance just bites
its teeth clenched and claiming not its duty but its rights.
i love to hear the written word spoken true and fair
given thought and duly made with proper love and care
it behooves us all to ponder first the way we write our verse
for what we write and say and do can be a blessing and a curse | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 3:34:29 PM | for what we write and say and do can be a blessing and a curse
and we learn to use the edit button before it just gets worse
thats part of the creativity of this here old thread
and patchworkers anonymous have held the lines instead
Someone will pick up a line that others careless toss
and no one undermines the role of our housekeeper boss
the tidying of first and last is such a thankless job
but cleaning up the missed last lines left make us look less the slob
some very creative writes have been seen on amends
when someone finds they've posted late there's no time for pretends!
Oh no it's edit button time to incorporate the last
line left in circumstantial time because your time was past
so lets say hurray for the way this thread has held it's history
and not get caught in knicker twists, just say, I'm wrong, I'm sorry. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 4:31:21 PM | Do not get caught in knicker twists,
just say, I'm wrong, I'm sorry
to show your strength within
and reveal your caring heart
my dearest fair minded friend | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 8:26:38 PM | just laughs...the end.
not so my friend
just apply imagination
a little verbal transportation
to spin the wheels upon your noun
and turn your adverb upside down
this thread has never stopped before
but stalled a couple days or more
someone will polish up their mind
to pen the poem that breaks the bind
because this is a campfire thread
for all to stop and break their bread
and dip their cup for inspiration
to leave us with the transformation | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 8:45:15 PM | To leave us with the transformation,
requires our full participation
Movement within the situation
requires trust, not hesitation.
Let go of the fear of annihilation
and establish clear communication
Direct your thoughts to inspiration,
and write your lines in compilation. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/4/2007 10:56:03 PM | Write your lines, write your lines
of compilation there’s still time
to consider the anthology
we spoke about, you and me.
we’ll need a lot of poetry,
some that are quite blustery
and ones that describe tender
love in all it’s splendour.
Don’t forget the haiku
we need a page for them too.
And poems about cats and dogs
But who will write the prologue?
And, did you call that publisher?
I know I sounded so unsure
but now I’m for it, all the way
Yes, a book devoted to wordplay! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 3:32:04 AM | Yes, a book devoted to wordplay!
Would be a great book indeed
shall it be of love, lusts and life
shall I do a book all about me?
maybe something special with a twist
would be what this order calls for
if I make it all about my journies
will someone be offended enough to call their attorneys? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 6:44:17 AM | Will someone be offended enough to call their attorneys
This is the last internet date I vow for a moment
For I have a life existing to survive
I’ve warned him about my talons
He offered to bring his nail clippers
Exactly why am willing to meet?
He has the last word in making me smile
I need to hear his laugh
Telling me he lives like a nun
I’m tired of being the confessional priest
Now I find a retort?
I need the devils assistance promptly
Thinking decisively
I’ll paint my wings black
Search high and far for the
Brightest red lipstick
I’m skipping my appointment this phase
Leaving the gayest hairdresser pouting
The potential Latin lover wants to know what it’s like
To run his fingers through my long hair
The Goddess of Dreams was precise
Not to cut my hair even though am not sixteen anymore
It’s a new colour I need
Will it be an eclipse or a red episode
Who’s afraid of the blue moon? | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 7:01:49 AM | who's afraid of the blue moon
you know it will not happen soon
like the cows coming home
once in a month of Sundays
the thing that mostly won't occur
does it your anxiety stir?
do you think "yes but what if..?"
at all chances, worried stiff
for the blue moon may come one day
and being fearless has a price to pay
be afraid enough to take care
to make a plan and prepare
then fear's not your master but a guide
showing you what lies each side | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 7:13:11 AM | Ooops to slow, patchwork
showing you what lies each side
I shall answer your question now
Who’s afraid of the blue moon?
me me I am afraid, for it changes my mood
lifts me up so high then makes me just fall down
the hollow moon is cold
and its fullness just hold
extremely foul mood
and makes me go Oooo
like a howling wolf
so the story goes
if you come so close
you then will know
my howling is due
to the shape of moon
so before all that comes
paint or tint your hair
to highlight your gorgeous eyes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 7:16:21 AM | To highlight your gorgeous eyes
the sparkle in your soul that shines
to hear the laugh
that explodes from deep inside
to feel the touch of the most gentle kind
the love that flows between
to hear the voice on the other end
to feel the arms holding me tight
close enough to hold
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 7:18:19 AM | Showing you what lies each side -
on with the ride -
fame or fortune, friendship, fear?
Hold your guide near.
Moons can be blue
as you
when unwillingly alone
and unwontedly prone
to forgetting laughter
with its relief following close after. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 7:19:15 AM | (holy patchworking batman)
forgetting laughter
with its relief following close after
close enough to hold
Tears and despair creeping like mists in the deepening night
I tremble at the awakening
of what this darkness may bring.
Who’s afraid of the blue moon?
or the grey wolves that sing to it?
Siren songs from deep places
finally emerging from the wastelands
of loves meagre existence.
I want to howl
run across the shadowlands
and gnash my teeth on the bones
of lost fantasies
left to dance themselves to dust
in the spin out of a crumbling oasis.
Where is my pack of hunters?
Lone wolf seeks alpha mate
to chase the moonbeams of tribal consciousness. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 7:35:02 AM | to chase the moonbeams of tribal consciousness
and the family bring me refreshing aide
yet if I dared to voice my concerns
they’d send the pack to hunt me down
it’s sad what minds will do
so my sister I howl with you
I know you will sew a patch for me
for white is an angelic colour
I’m not in heaven…yet  | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/5/2007 7:48:50 AM | I'm not in heaven...yet
but I am no longer the broken,
twisted shell I was
I believe again
Believe in kindness
shown by so many
some I never expected?
their beauty lit my way
So I begin anew...
changed, but not beaten
bruised, but not broken
carried through with love
They restored my hopes, my depth
showed me how to continue to dream
words cannot convey what they mean
my sisters and brothers of prose.....
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